about the pale cow

Hello, I’m Rachel aka the Pale Cow. I love cooking, even when I am cursing about my small kitchen. As you can see, neither my kitchen nor I are trendy and stylish. I am large in stature, my kitchen is not. It’s an apartment kitchen, and I have not tarted it up into something droolworthy, since I keep on thinking I am going to move from it. It’s been 7 1/2 years, and besides, the food is more important to me. I hold firm in the belief that if you love food, it loves you back. No pre-packaged food, non-fat lo-cal weird substitutes using bizarre substances that may or may not do strange and unnatural things to us in thirty years. Real food, food to be shared with loved ones, food to be eaten alone on a couch, food to give someone when they are feeling sick, food to bring to a celebration, food to woo a suitor.

To quote M.F.K. Fisher:

“Since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto.”

To quote me:

Food is love.

Slow food is lovelier.

(Disclaimer: These are, for the most part, not time-tested over years, they are mostly whims of the moment, unless pulled from one of my cookbooks, in which case the credit is given. So please, dear reader, forgive me any errata… I tend to write these down by hand in a notebook after all is said and done, and then try to read my own hurried handwriting later on.)